My birthday was fucking brilliant. Pete hosted a house party in my name and loads of people I don’t know showed up in fancy dress. Most of the girls wore revealing cat costumes but some went all out with horror movie style face paint and costumes. One girl just wore all black and claimed to be Gerard. They played a shit ton of good music and I drank enough vodka to make me question the health of my liver. I was introduced to everybody that Pete deems “cool” in the town including people three, four, five years older. They all compliment me on the great party even though I did literally nothing but turn seventeen.
When I’m really drunk I end up doing pirouettes across the Wentz family living room with a girl called Ashley who’s in my ballet class. Everyone claps and takes more shots. It’s hard to tell exactly what happened after I showed my ballerina abilities but I know it was my favourite part. Gee said he wasn’t feeling terribly well so we passed beer keg after beer keg searching for a bathroom. Once we find one, for some reason we couldn’t until we found the en suit of Pete’s parent’s room, Gerard locks the door. “I feel okay now Frankie,” he giggled and pushed me on to the bathroom floor. It’s very cold and mildly damp but I don’t hope for hypothermia. I made out with a hot guy on a bathroom floor and in a bath but sadly I’m pretty sure I’m still a virgin. I should get that tattooed on me Forever a Virgin somewhere in Chinese. These are the kind of things I think of when I’m drunk and licking the neck of a way cooler guy.

School passed in the following month and a half after my birthday like a new version of hell. I only got beat up twice, for various reasons, and shoved inside a locker once. It was a gym locker in the girl’s room though and yea I got detention for three weeks. It would have been longer had I not told them I was fully gay and had no intention of seeing a half-naked freshman girl. I think they let me away with it because it made them really uncomfortable.
People began to forget about me doing ballet. Either that or they just stop caring. The whole being small, bi and forever dressed in black didn’t really stop or lessen the shit I got.
My ask.fm has been pretty empty of late but whenever I do get an anonymous message I call Gerard and we spend about twenty minutes coming up with the best possible answers.
I survive triangles with the feint hope we’ll move on to something that doesn’t involve shapes. The next chapter: Venn Diagrams.
Brendon won the election to everyone’s surprise. His campaign for some reason kept the anti-loser slogan Alison had made as hard as Brendon tried to shake it. It evolved though to target Alison, no one really gets how, and I think he won because no one wants to be controlled by Alison or Madison. The feud between them grew so much that there is a Facebook page dedicated to posting secrets about of each of them. The truth about Maddie is literally a long list of people she’s fucked and The facts on Ali is a long list of crazy ass shit Alison has done to fuck with people and try ruin them. People get sick and tires of them really quickly and focus their attentions and gossip on the pregnant sophomore, the fired teacher and the winter prom.
Maddie managed to bleach her hair and dye it marshmallow pink which she thinks is an improvement on fading black. Maybe it is but she looks like an anime character gone wrong.
Ellie turned out to be a pretty cool person my mom forced me to interact with when she was hanging out with her new colleague and friend, Ellie’s mom.
My mom manages to sort out a deal with the schools that will allow me to move after Christmas. As much as I love Bob, Ray, Brendon and Ryan, I hate that the school is eating itself alive, that almost everyone is homophobic and that the jocks still think it’s hilarious that I fit in the lockers. I’ll still hang out with them though and see them outside of being my protection.

Everyone is running around. It’s dark and eerily silent back here. Every now and then you hear feet thumping and the sound of fabric brushing off skin. I sneak away from my chair where my outfits are laid out and take a peak around the curtain. The town hall is almost full. I see five guys dressed in black, all but one with dyed black hair, creeping down the stairs. They check the number on their programmes and sidle in past a pack of grandparents to take their seat right in the centre. I grin broadly, never have I seen people fit in less. “Frank, are you ready?” Adrienne hisses from behind me, “Four minutes to show time!” Her whisper is as powerful as any shout which is fucking frightening.
I nod, “almost.” I tighten my shoes again and powder some white dust on the soles for extra grip. Adrienne nods in approval and sends me over to my side of the stage. I look across from the edge of the curtain to where five girls stand ready to pose when the curtain lifts. Little purple tutus, French plaits and white leotards. I’ve platted a lot of the younger girl’s hair today because Adrienne didn’t have time. I feel like a mother. Across the sea of girls I see Ashley stumble into position. For a normally clumsy girl she’s fucking graceful on her toes. She got female lead. She’s at least half a head taller than me but she’s as light as a feather.
I hear the announcer in front of the stage. The muffled voice says the name of the show and school and compliments Adrienne as choreographer. The crowd claps. The curtain begins to lift and claps and whistles become clearer. “Fuck yea Frank!” Someone calls, probably Pete. The girls are all standing en pointe now. They give each other nervous smiles and take deep breaths.
The music plays when they are in full view to the crowd and the girls on stage begin their dance. More girls run on and join in. After a minute and twenty three seconds Ashley paces on. The girls dance around her like they’re in awe and Ashley performs some cool shit that she made up but looks very like a ballerina.
Then it’s my turn. I leap onto stage and do my solo bit. The girls dance around me and Ashley and then leave the stage. We dance together and then separately, performing rival pirouettes and pliés. We brisé into the centre again and I stand tall (as I can) before Ashley. I pace to the far side and take hold of her waste before we dip into a slow graceful fish dive. I hold her light frame in place as she keeps her leg as straight in the air as imaginable. The music ends and everyone claps and in the small space where Ashley’s leg blocks out the harsh stage lights, where I am no longer blind, I catch Gerard’s eye. He smiles goofily and winks.

Notes

So the epilogue here is quite short because it's just me letting you know what happens after. I know how annoying it is to have even the smallest unresolved issue and I hope I rounded it sll up here. I hope the end wasn't rubbish (I find the end the most difficult to write) Thank you so so SO much guys for reading and I'll be back soon with another story :3 xxx